Henrik killed the engine. “We’ve got ten minutes, tops.” Elias grabbed the binoculars again, heart pounding. “If we’re going to help, it has to be now.” Henrik looked at him. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” Elias nodded grimly. “Get the skiff ready.”
The skiff hit the water with a hard splash. Elias steadied it with the pole while Henrik tossed down the thermal blanket, the bolt cutters, and the emergency rope. The wind had picked up to a mournful howl, dragging mist and snow sideways across the deck.